It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged
into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the
arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say
that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew — and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce
pride, and so did my parents — that there was all the difference in
the world.
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince | 2009 | dir. David Yates
i have. a lot of big complicated thoughts about how people tend to treat depression as like. as if it’s nothing. like it’s the most basic easiest mental illness ever. why do we do this. depression kills people. constantly. people will throw around “depression and anxiety” and say they’re totally normalized nonstigmatized disorders and then you realize they only think mild versions of these disorders exist. i have a laundry list of mental disorders and the only one that’s ever actually put my life at risk was depression. if you throw around depression as if it’s the mildest least harmful mental illness ever have you considered shutting the fuck up.
